Quotes About Introspection

Michel Eyquem de Montaigne

The greatest thing in the world is for a man to know how to be himself.

To philosophize is to doubt.

A single day spent doing things which fail to nourish the soul is a day stolen, mutilated, and discarded in the gutter of destiny.

People know what they do; frequently they know why they do what they do; but what they don't know is what what they do does.

People know what they do; frequently they know why they do what they do; but what they don't know is what what they do does.

Maybe the target nowadays is not to discover what we are but to refuse what we are.

Even in our deepest, most lasting friendships, we never speak as openly as when we face a blank page and address a reader we do not know.

It was amazing, even, to think that the only thing left to people in their despair was reading.

As I got older, I also found myself agreeing more with Nietzsche, as is no doubt inevitable once your plumbing starts to fail.

Should I just die? The decision struck me as premature.

It's hard to understand other people, to know what's hidden in their hearts, and without the assistance of alcohol it might never be done.

What was he doing? Reading a little, maybe. We can't even be sure of this. In fact, his biographers have to admit they don't know much at all, and that, judging from appearances - at least between the ages of eighteen and twenty-three - he did absolutely nothing.

Il est bien difficile de comprendre les autres, de savoir ce qui se cache au fond de leurs cÅ"urs, et sans l'assistance de l'alcool on n'y parviendrait peut-être même pas du tout

In the end, my cock was all I had.

What would it be like when I was fifty, sixty, older? I'd be no more than a jumble of organs in slow decomposition.

Gdy przejechaliÅ›my dwa kilometry, dotarÅ'o do mnie, ?e tym razem ju? naprawdÄ™ nie mam nic do czytania; do koÅ"ca wycieczki bÄ™dÄ™ musiaÅ' prze?y? bez absolutnie ?adnego tekstu drukowanego, którym bym siÄ™ mógÅ' odizolowa?. RozejrzaÅ'em siÄ™ dookoÅ'a, serce zacz??o mi szybciej bi?, Å›wiat zewnÄ™trzny wydaÅ' mi siÄ™ nagle o wiele bli?szy.

And I no longer even know where the source is; at present, everything looks the same. The landscape is more and more gentle, amiable, joyous; my skin hurts. I am at the heart of the abyss. I feel my skin again as a frontier, and the external world as a crushing weight. The impression of separation is total; from now on I am imprisoned within myself. It will not take place, the sublime fusion; the goal of life is missed. It is two in the afternoon.

Intimacy isn't something men talk about.

an intellectual didn't have to be responsible. That wasn't his job. In

Se pare c? alte fiinÅ£e umane aparent asem?n?toare cu mine nu simt nicio emoÅ£ie în faÅ£a unui trup de femeie, ceea ce mie îmi provoca ÅŸi înc? îmi provoac? uneori transe irepresibile. În cele mai multe împrejur?ri ale vieÅ£ii mele am fost aproape la fel de liber ca un aspirator.

ludzie nie sprzymierzyli siÄ™ przeciw mnie, staÅ'o siÄ™ jedynie to, ?e nic siÄ™ nie staÅ'o, tylko moja od poczÄ…tku ograniczona przynale?no?? do Å›wiata stopniowo staÅ'a siÄ™ zerowa, a? w koÅ"cu nic ju? nie mogÅ'o powstrzyma? mojego dalszego staczania siÄ™ po równi pochyÅ'ej

Certains lundis de la toute fin novembre, ou du début de décembre, surtout lorsqu'on est célibataire, on a la sensation d'être dans le couloir de la mort. Les vacances d'été sont depuis longtemps oubliées, la nouvelle année est encore loin ; la proximité du néant est inhabituelle.

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